Bratty Asian Counselor Cures Your Sex Addiction with Relentless BBC Pegging

Welcome to my office, beta. you came for counseling? adorable. i serve you "special tea" in my tight counselor dress and red stockings, watching you squirm as the brew melts your pathetic inhibitions. that fuzzy head? that’s me rewiring you. suddenly, you’re confessing your deepest shame: that shriveled excuse between your legs. so i whip out my measuring tape. 1.5 inches hard? i laugh until tears streak my cheeks. "this isn’t a penis," i sneer, "it’s a clitoris." your humiliation gets harder when i spank your bare dick raw, each smack echoing your worthlessness. but therapy-fantasy gets real when you’re bent over my chenille sofa. my strap-on rams into you – thick, ruthless, everything you’ll never be. "feel that?" i hiss, pounding your prostate. "that’s real dick. your wife craves it, and now? so will you." by the end, you’re sobbing gratitude. degraded. enlightened. ruined.